Moli Mala - Thompson

Hrvatska nam razrušena pati

Naša gruda, svi Hrvata mati

Domove nam gaze, ruše, pale

Smrt nam siju crvene granate

Uplašeno tvoje srce malo

Uplakano tvoje lice malo

Dok ja bandin, brojim zadnje dane

Znam ja dušo da ti moliš za me

Moli mala, moli dušo za me

Bog i majka vole nas Hrvate

Žela nas na ovom lipom svitu

U slobodnoj Hrvatskoj da živu

Sve ćemo ih silom otjerati

Domovini miean sam donijeti

Bježat će i proklinjati majku

Što su došli u našu Hrvatsku

Ne mogu nam ništa napraviti

Snagom ćemo vječnoj postojati

U Hrvatskoj stvoriti slobodu

Cijelom našem Hrvatskome rodu

Croatia is destroyed for us

Our group, all Croat mothers

Our homes are being trampled, demolished, set on fire

Death is glowing red grenades

Frightened your heart a little

Your weeping face a little

While I'm a bandin, I'm counting the last days

I know, honey, that you are praying for me

Pray baby, pray baby for me

God and mother love us Croats

She wants us in this beautiful world

To live in a free Croatia

We will drive them all away by force

Homeland miean I bring

He will run away and curse his mother

That they came to our Croatia

There's nothing they can do to us

By eternal power we will exist

Create freedom in Croatia

To our entire Croatian family